Hangin' Out

The Bricks Construct The place in which I self destruct My eyes They see The zombies limp abreast to me Structues ascend Channelling wind We beg for change in the valley within Waste away Hanging out Coffee acid cigarets and matches Stairway Cafe Were adrift for another day How far we surpa*s the nameless ma*s In endeavors so meaningless I look for some kind of meaning All my actions seem so self-defeating Waste away Hanging out Two friends Some pens Sixty five cents Real life brings it to an end How far we surpa*s the ma*s In endeavors so meaningless